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Friday, August 25, 2006

A Detour into Self Pity

I have been having difficulty finding the time writing on this blog. But more serious than that is that there is a serious gap between what I preach and what I practise. So either I change my message or I change my life. Until that problem has been resolved, I am going to have to keep quiet and devote myself to prayer and meditation. Since I cannot put up, I must shut up.

There is hope here, and there is faith here. But charity falls short. So when things have been righted, I will return.

7 comments:

Thanks for taking the time to react to my comment.I will have to read it once more later on, to understand the subtle points you are making.And I will need a dictionary on the French part, since you are apparently taking me for a different Anuradha.We have never met personally. And if we will one day perhaps, I will introduce myself and try to speak out 'man to man". My comments by the way are not meant to downgrade or offend anyone, only to express some of the doubts and ambivalent feelings I have.My native tongues are German and Dutch.

You have probably read it already, but if not, I recommend it to all teachers, social workers, parents and 80 percent of the rest of humanity....."Drama van het begaafde kind" by Alice Miller. And translated to English that would then sort of be "Drama of the gifted child (????)".

Anyway, I will say it now and I will say it again.......CHANT AND BE HAPPY ;-)

Let human life be all war and suffering, baseness and horror—in addition to that there is something else: man's conscience, his ability to put himself in opposition to God. There is no doubt that conscience leads us through suffering and fear of death to misery and guilt, but it also guides us out of unbearable lonely meaninglessness and into relationship with significance, with essence, with the eternal. Conscience has nothing to do with morality, nothing to do with laws, it can, in fact, come into desperate and deadly opposition to them, but it is incredibly strong, it is stronger than inertia, stronger than self-interest, stronger than vanity. To one in the deepest misery, in the last degree of confusion, it can always show a narrow path open, not back into this world dedicated to death but over and away from it to God. Hard is the road that leads man to his conscience. Almost all people all the time live counter to this conscience, they resist it, they are weighed down more and more heavily until they are destroyed by a suffocated conscience. But for everyone, at every moment, beyond suffering and despair lies open the calm road that makes like meaningful and death easy. Some people have to rape and sin against conscience until they have experienced all the hells and soiled themselves with all the horrors in order finally, sighing with relief, to recognize their error and experienced the hour of transformation. Others live in perfect friendship with their consciences, rare happy and holy men, and whatever happens to them only touches them on the outside, never reaching their hearts.